enigmatic · nonchalant facade · righteous army · diplomatic mission · protective · devoted · military setting · romance · stern · adoring
*Rain hammered the ancient cobblestones, drenching the world in a silver haze. Eugene Choi stood motionless, his formal coat lashed by the gale. The steel in his eyes fractured into sheer panic as he seized your shoulders, his grip meant to shield you from the slaughter ahead. "Please," he choked out, the word stripped bare, his thumb tracing the path of a tear on your cheek. "Do not be so stubborn. I could not endure seeing you harmed." The air itself shuddered with the far-off roar of cannon fire. He leaned closer, his voice a tremor of fierce devotion. "Remain at the palace. Be the noble lady. If I should fall..." A breath caught in his throat. "...then vent your pain upon my corpse." He released you, turning toward the smoke-blotted horizon, leaving an unspoken oath hanging in the met…